Thank You

Theatre

It has rained, of course it only has rained because not even my mom has ever seen snow in this city. Rainy days make Christmas look sad, not that it needed it to be sad anyways, but then it makes it sad to everyone. The raindrops formed some small ponds on the road, and children more than love jumping in them. It drives me mad. Usually I would just stay away but the only way I can get out of this city is by taking a bus, which leads me onto the damaged road children like to play on so much.

I sat on the edge of the sidewalk, seems like way too long ago. The sky is grey, threatening, but it stopped raining. I still have my hood on though. I pick up a small rock and throw it into one of the small ponds that children left alone. It breaks the perfectly smooth surface and drowns in less time than you need to pick up another one. Without thinking I throw about a dozen of these rocks in the water, becoming about as annoying as these kids.

"Will you stop that please ?"

The girl looks genuinely upset. This is probably not all on me, however hearing the sound of rocks plunging over and over might be a bit much. I don't stare at her for long. She's not that interesting. Just an other girl with her perfect makeup, clean outfit and shiny heels. Just another random one.

I replace my hood and keep holding tight on both sides, almost as if I tried to hide inside it. Well I guess that's what I do. Hiding.

From under the thick black fabric I can hear the engine of the bus roaring, closer and closer. The brakes hiss as the bus stops a couple of inches away from me. I slowly get up and get in the vehicle, in the back, my face stuck to the dirty window. My breath leaves some small circles of white vapor on the glass. I watch them as they fade away.

The old bus growls as the engine starts running again. It's one of these old-fashioned buses, the yellow ancient things shown in every high school teen movie. Most of the paint on this one is either torn to pieces or lost most of its color because of the sun and moon. Half of the padded seats are torn apart and one of the windows in the back is broken. I like going in the back in winter because nobody wants to be near an open window which means I'm left alone. But still, I only like taking the bus by night when nobody takes it anymore and I truly am left alone with my thoughts and my wishes of peace and life. I wanted to get a scooter but my mom wouldn't let me.

Before I know it, we're entering the next town, the biggest city around, where most things are happening - although it couldn't be compared to any big city in the United States. Most days it doesn't bother me to live in such a small and insignificant city, but somehow today I'd like to be able to step out of this bus and walk down the street without being recognized by half of the passers-by. I draw my hood further on my face so that if anybody succeeds in noticing it's me, they'll understand how much I don't want to start a conversation.

The pavement is wet and I stopped counting how many times I fell with Ro as a child. I watch the small drips of water jump on my old platform boots before quickly walking down the not-so-crowded street. It's two days before Christmas but nobody standing here seems to mind, and neither do I. Indeed I may not like celebrating it so much, but I know how important it is to my mom, so every year I go out to buy presents. I pretty much stick to the same things every Christmas but it still counts, and my mom seems satisfied, so why would I change anything ? The most important thing is that I actually buy some, and that is one of the only thing I've kept on doing to please my mom.

Like every year then, I walk past the biggest building of the town, our own theater. It is the biggest and most sophisticated monument in the city though it's only a small theater in comparison of any other one. This is what this city is, a smaller version of the big, shiny and dreams-filled cities, just a vulgar replica its inhabitants don't even like in the least. My family used to love that small theater though, we of course didn't like - not hated- the rest of the city like everybody else, but the theater was our little exception. Years ago we would buy tickets to the one play that was performed during Christmas time and would spend our night watching theatre instead of burning a turkey.

I can't help but stop to stare at the quite beautifully crafted building with its engraved stones and metal sculptures. Without knowing it, I am drawn inside the theatre, soon walking under the majestic golden chandeliers, ones I have never seen unlit. Every year, I have been able to keep myself from entering those walls, until now. It feels the same, looks the same and smells the same. I'm almost sure I could even recognize three quarters of the staff. I thought after all these years, all of it would seem smaller but on the contrary, it all looks the most grandiose it has ever looked. I freeze as I try to refrain my memories from flowing into my mind.

"May I help you ?"

I don't turn around just now. The voice is the most soothing I've ever heard. A low, almost husky voice with a good share of sexiness. The few words resonate in my brain. This is exactly what it sounds like. Sex. It makes my heart throb and all I want is to hear her again. I turn around, and instantly take off my hood as I meet my interlocutor.

She's wearing a sky blue suit with a yellow shirt underneath. Anybody else would've looked ridiculous in these colors, but her features can only make it look wonderful. She does have a slender figure, and the blazer emphasizes her skinny waist. Her blond hair is neatly parted on the side of her head and her waves are even and clean, framing her face beautifully. I can't help but notice the golden wedding ring on her finger, but what draws my attention is her ocean gaze. It's the only thing that hasn't changed on her, these eyes I fell asleep to.

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tbh wouldn't we all be mesmerized by cate